Chapter Eleven

It was amazing how once he got started, he couldn't seem to get enough of her. The sight of her stuffing her mouth with the chocolate and peanut butter candy sent his senses reeling. Now, after finding her just as enticing as any confection could ever be, he knew that if he didn't get some kind of release, he was either going to explode on the bed while lying next to her, or lose his mind from sheer torture.

He had always been such a slow, controlled man when it came to sex. . .but not today. Today he felt out of control and without thinking of the repercussions he maneuvered himself until he was half-sitting next to her, leaning back against the headboard. He couldn't have stopped his hands from lifting her if you had offered him a million bucks. At this point, the capacity simply wasn't there. He pulled her against him, her limp body still coming down from the high he had just given her, but he needed her desperately. He moved her until she was facing him and he leaned down to meet her lips with his. When she finally opened her eyes, he looked at her imploringly then with an infinitesimal movement of his eyes, he expressed his wishes to her. He leaned more fully back against the pillows behind him and waited for her response. God, how many nights had he awakened in a sweat having dreamed about those perfect lips surrounding him; that gap-toothed smile scraping across his most sensitive skin. He felt himself tightening so completely that he thought he was going to lose it right there. When she merely looked at him, he raised his hand and slid his fingers through her curling hair.

His breath caught in his throat as he tried to speak words that he couldn't seem to stop, words that he would have never spoken to another woman. . .except, maybe. . .but he wouldn't think about that now. Now he was where he wanted to be, with whom he wanted to be with, and he wasn't going to fight against it anymore. Still, his throat seemed parched as the words passed between his lips in a coaxing whisper.

"You don't know how much I've wanted you to do this."

Her smile turned seductive and she leaned against him and let her fingertips trace his jaw, move down over the thick column of his neck and travel on to his chest. She watched her fingers dance down across his abdomen and the sensitivity tightened the muscles she found there . He could feel his length, now so hard that it was pressed firmly against his abdomen and he feared that if she would try to move it to perform the act he was practically praying for, it would snap right off from being so brittle! She traced her fingers down along the sides of his hardness, not touching it, but moving on to the insides of his thighs instead and bringing an exasperated growl from him.

"You're teasing," he breathed as he reached down with one hand and captured her fingers, then with the other hand, he stroked the back of her head.

"Teasing?" she asked quietly. "So, is this what you're waiting for?"

She leaned down and kissed his navel, letting her tongue dance inside as he could feel the tip of his hardness brushing against her cheek.

"Yesss. . ."

"Mm-hmm," she crooned as she turned her face and flicked her tongue out to slide over the tip of him and he felt himself jump. "Do you know how long I've waited to do this?"

"No." He squeezed his eyes closed as she lifted him far enough to slide his head between her lips and when she slid her tongue around it and gave a few gentle sucks, his hips automatically bucked in response. "Not nearly as long as I've been dreaming about you doing it."

"Don't bet on it," she breathed against him then took a firmer hold and lowered her head down, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could manage before he struck the back of her throat.

His moan erupted from him as he pressed himself back into the pillows while his hips began shaking from the effort it was taking to remain submissive. The sensations of her tongue and teeth working together with her lips and fingers had him thrusting his head back and suddenly turning it from side to side. Then there was nothing as she released him and he opened his eyes to look at her.

"Whats. . .what's wrong?" He asked as she looked at him. "Why. . .did you stop?"

"I should be asking 'you' what's wrong. Is it that bad?" She asked.

"Of course not!"

"Then why aren't you allowing yourself to respond?"

"I—I am." He stared at her in disbelief. How could she imagine that he wasn't responding? Hell, he was doing everything in his power not to "over-respond" and hurt her. Then it occurred to him that she was talking about precisely that and he could feel color enter his cheeks. "I—I was told that 'ladies' don't like to be manhandled. I was told that a lady shouldn't even be aware that she was doing such a thing by the time she was finished—so I was to keep myself under control and touch her as little as possible—it would enhance the experience."

"Grissom, have you ever had a blowjob by anyone other than this 'lady?" Sara asked with raised brows of suspicion.

"Um—yes—of course. When I was much younger, but they were over so quickly I hardly had time to react the way I wanted to. And, well, the other 'lady' informed me that the real pleasure was to be gained if I contained myself."

"Mm-hmm," Sara said thoughtfully, but there was something about her expression that told him he was treading on a very sensitive area. She remained where she was lying, then without looking back at him, took hold of his erection and moved back toward it. "I'm going to say this once—and only once, Grissom. When I'm in your bed—you had better be aware that it's 'me' in your bed and not some one I have no desire to even think about, let alone talk about. I might add, that if you prefer her ministrations, I suggest you go back to it. But, I'm also suggesting that this is your opportunity to react the way you want—keeping in mind that I am a woman who would rather be 'manhandled' than 'woman-handled!"

This time when she went directly to pleasuring him, he didn't hesitate to place a hand on each side of her face. He didn't force her per se, but he guided her. He urged her to go faster when it pleased him, or slower when he preferred that. If she was maneuvering an area that was making him see stars, he let her know that as well. He practically didn't have time to consider how she was moving over him, her eagerness to perform this act turning her body from one position to another until they were tangled in each other's limbs. Still, he held back when his body told him that its most adamant need was to move in rhythm with her until with a simple combination of a scrape of her teeth, a pressure of her tongue, vacuum from her lips and a rumbling growl from the depths of her throat, she sent him onto a frenzy that had him clutching onto her. He did things he never had been unguarded enough to do to another person and as she clutched him back, he knew she was reveling in this power. He hardly was aware of his position on the bed until he yelled with such abandon that it was a wonder the neighbors weren't complaining. When he came, his explosion was so strong that he couldn't move away from its source and he continued to empty himself as he practically engulfed her in his arms. The sight of her with her arms now holding onto his hips, struggling to maintain her rhythm with a hunger that amazed him, sent him on a climactic ending so powerful he wondered for a moment if he'd actually survive it.

"Sara," he said weakly as he lay on his stomach, the reality of what he had just done hitting him and rolling over him. "Sara?"

"Shh," she whispered against his shoulder as her lips moved over his back, then moved downward until she met the firmness of his buttocks and she gently kissed that as well. "Take your time. I'm right here."

He slowly turned onto his back and looked down to where she moved to lie between his legs with her chin propped on her hands as they lay across his abdomen. He could see a very satisfied expression covering her face as she watched him in return. Her lips were swollen and he felt a surge of guilt overcome him, but she must have read his expression as she dipped her head and kissed his stomach before looking back at him again. He touched her cheek with his fingertips and let his thumb slide over her injured lips.

"Did I hurt you?" He whispered.

"Many times," she smiled. "But if you mean physically, then no. I'm fine."

"I've never. . .reacted quite so. . ." His mouth snapped shut, not knowing how to verbalize his thoughts.

"It sounds to me, Dr. Grissom," she said quietly as she slowly started to crawl up his body, "like you've never 'reacted'—period! I'm glad I was the one to witness it."

"Is that what you called it?" he asked sleepily as she lay on top of him and he put his arms around her waist. "Witnessing it? In a matter of cause and effect—you were quite clearly the cause."

"You look tired," she told him as she nestled her head against his shoulder and he pulled the blanket up over them.

"Cause and effect, my dear." He took the simple pleasure in letting his thumbs stroke the softness of the small of her back and before too long, he heard her even breathing, then he soon joined her in an exhausted slumber.